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Mitchell Joni - Good Friends

I heard it in the wind last nightIt sounded like applauseDid you get a round resounding for youWay up hereIt seems like many dim years agoSince I heard that face to faceOr seen you face to faceThought tonight I can feel you hereI get these notesOn butterflies and lilac spraysFrom girls who just have to tell meThey saw you somewhereIn some office sits a poetAnd he trembles as he singsAnd he asks some guy to circulate his soul aroundOn your mark red ribbon runnerThe caressing rev of motorsFinely tuned like fancy womenIn thirties evening gownsUp the chartsOff to the airport--Your name's in the newsEverything's first class--The lights go down--And its just you up thereGetting them to feel like thatRemember the days when you used to sitAnd make up your tunes for loveAnd pour your simple sorrowTo the soundhole and your kneeAnd now you're seen on giant screensAnd at parties for the pressAnd for people who have slices of youFrom the companyThey toss around your latest golden eggSpeculation--well, who's to knowIf the next one in the nestWill glitter for them soI guess I seem ungratefulWith my teeth sunk in the handThat brings me thingsI really can't give up just yetNow I sit up hereThe critic!And they introduce some bandBut they seem so much confettiLooking at them on my T.V. setOh the power and the gloryJust when you're getting a taste for worshipThey start bringing out the hammersAnd the boardsAnd the nailsI heard it in the wind last nightIt sounded like applauseChilly nowEnd of summerNo more shiny hot nightsIt was just the arbutus rustlingAnd the bumping of the logsAnd the moon swept down like waterLike an empty spotlight